While he had not been making any particular effort to actively let his presence be known, he had also not bothered trying to conceal himself. Regardless, his approach in feline form is naturally soft-footed, leaving nothing but whispers and scents in his wake, so he could not be sure if anyone had noticed him at all. He was not surprised, therefore, that nobody had sought him out – whether they didn’t know of his existence, or whether they were simply indifferent to it, he did not know, nor particularly care.

He heard the approach of another long before he saw it, or could feel it. Far too clumsy to be the stealthy approach of a predator. A golden eye flipped open lazily as he watched the purple and black stallion finally appear in front of him. Emerging from his leafy recess beneath some sort of thick-rooted tree, he shifts seamlessly into a horse once more, shaking his head, loosening his neck, which had become quite cramped after being asleep for most of the day. Cat’s life, and what not.

It takes a moment for the leopard stallion’s name to find it’s way onto the tiger man’s lips, but eventually it does. ”Hello, Ruan.” They had never had a proper conversation, but he was Reagan’s, and therefore deemed trustworthy enough. And, besides that, he was one of the handful who made the journey up the mountain to begin with – that would have been enough. His question feels odd to the spotted stallion, for he was no newcomer to this land, but he figures it is just an oddity of speech.

”Very well. It feels like I never left.” of course, the forest had accepted him into its shaded embrace easily, and with welcome. Much the way homelands are apt to when you have been wandering for a long time. ”How is the Taiga treating yourself and Reagan?” he paused for a moment, thoughtfully. ”There seem to be a lot of children about.”